When she was five years old, Xu Hui stood on tiptoe and handed an apple stained with saliva to a homeless boy, but she didn't know that it was an apple that would bite the owner.
Sixteen years later, Xu Zechuan is firmly on the throne of Minxu Group.
He is a business upstart praised by financial headlines, and a perfect brother with both good character and academic performance in school files.
He was also the guardian at Xu Hui's bedside, gently bandaging his scratched fingertips.
But no one knows——
In the basement of Minshan Mansion, a shriveled apple core was enshrined on an altar engraved with blood.
The surveillance camera on the top floor where his parents fell turned into powder at his fingertips.
The chip implanted under the fair skin of the young man's wrist is converting every tremor into a torrent of data, feeding the abyss beast in his heart.
When Xu Hui mustered up the courage to tear off her brother Wen Ya's mask,
What he saw was the apple he had handed out when he was five years old.
There is a withered black fruit core enshrined in the basement, and the base is engraved with blood words——
"Xiao Hui personally planted the seeds of my rotten life"
It was the Holy Grail of his Dark Court, and it was also the instrument of torture used to judge Xu Hui.
When Xu Hui finally put the sharp knife to his brother's throat,
But he found that he had been raised as a flower parasitic on hatred.
The roots must penetrate into the rotten apple core,
In the mud despised by thousands of people...
Bloody flowers bloomed.
Intention: When you are close to vermilion, you are red; when you are close to ink, you are black.